For the past two years, when our relationship was younger, I planned large group dinners and get-togethers with our friends to celebrate Tom’s big day. But I felt bad this year since my days leading up to his birthday were plagued by interviews with zero call backs and a generally glum feeling. I was not particularly down as the kids say.

But I tried.

I made dinner reservations for the night of his birthday and asked him what he wanted to do for the weekend before.

“We could get everyone together at a bar,” I suggested. I was feeling really creative.

Tom, bless his old heart, does not like to plan ahead.

“I don’t want to plan ahead,” he said, “I want to have a last minute birthday.”

The weekend went by and we didn’t do much: read the FT Weekend and watched some TV. On Sunday, Tom woke up with energy stored up from not having gone anywhere. He wanted a birthday cake.

On his actual birthday, we went to Tuome, a lovely little place in the East Village recommended by our foodie friends Minh and Paul. American cuisine with Asian influences. They have a bomb 90’s soundtrack and at one point everyone sang along to Edwin McCain’s “I’ll Be.”

After dinner we walked to the West Village and hopped from Mr. Dennehy’s to Daddy O, Tom’s two favorite bars.

And one would think, as it’s been a month since I’ve last posted about Thom’s Thursday Thoughts, that I’d have an arsenal of Tom-isms, but just these:

On what character I’d be from “Sex and the City”: “I don’t know if you’re a Carrie. I think you’re more of a Costanza.”